❝ there isn't a word to describe how much i hate you ❞
❝ would it help you find one if i hit you with a dictionary? ❞
✧˚. ❃ ↷ ˊ- a story in which two rivals are given an ultimatum in order to save their careers while simultaneously fighting for the...
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MAX WAS AT THE red bull headquarters when that specific ringtone pierced the air. his father's calls rang through do not disturb, which was always an issue when max was in meetings. like right now.
"sorry," max excused himself as he stood up. "it's my dad."
christian horner's eyes narrowed and he looked skeptical of letting max go outside to take the call. "a few minutes," he settled for saying, and max knew that look. the look of your dad's a dick, stop answering him. but that wasn't possible.
"thanks," max muttered as he quickly rushed outside the conference room to answer the call.
"we need to talk about australia," jos verstappen said before max could even utter a greeting.
"i know," max said stoically, bordering robotically.
"you let some girl push you around again," the laugh was humourless. "i thought i taught you better than this."
max could feel the scars being slashed into, reopening the wounds and delaying the healing process further. it was a never-ending cycle. "you did," max tried not to raise his voice so that he could prove his point. "i'll do better, you know that. i'll— i'll win in italy."
